I dislike that unless I'm working a garnishment I hate my job. I just hate liars so much and people who are buttheads and argue with me, knowing full well they are wrong. Thinking the world has to pay their way and that they're entitled to the yellow brick road called life. Makes me go from wanting to pull my hair out to seriously depressed as hell. I hate how I let it effect my mood. When I get home from work sometimes I just want to barricade myself in my room away from life.
So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?